Well… that’s not for me to sayI just paint the picturesI have no Masters in my lifeThat I am ordered to obey

From a distant echo Float the familiar sounds of my beloved guitarI follow my ears through the streets to my beloved Alhambra barThere I sit and watch the worldAs loves and lives unfold I catch a whisper on the windInterwoven with catholic gold

I walk these streets in dead men’s feet bequeathed to me upon defeat The price I pay I’m dammed to say will greet me on departure dayBut until then my mind is free to wander through this fantasy . . .

Salvation came a knocking at my doorOffering redemptionSaid the choice was mine to chooseI was one of the favoured fewCould I really honestly refuse?After a lifetime of playing out the blues

Well…he charmed me right there on the spotI swoonedI swayedThe man was hotA gambit served on a plate of goldWrapped me up in his protective fold

Seems my eyes did open wideSoul betrayed as I compliedIncubus secured a willing brideSensibility ran off quick to hideBut not before in my ear it did confide

False prophets on this earth do roamSent from the Vatican in holy RomeBeware of lies disguised with loveProcurer of the pouch that ferries foxgloveDefences blind he will cut out your heartThen display your weaknessLike a piece of artSo think real hard of the choice in handImplication of death you must understand

Well…it stopped me right there in my tracksAnd I thanked my sense for stating the factsI was seduced by the serpent from under the treeAs he drip fed untruths of knowledge to meEvil, Sin, Suffering, Sickness and deathPermeated from his putrid breathBut I was destitute of visionFor I just could not seeAll I saw my opportunity turning up for me

What a wretched man am I?As I wander on this earthSearching for the answersThat will assist me in rebirth

But as you know we are all pre-programmed courtesy of the original sinFlawed at creation to stumble through life with this knowledge imprisoned within

When I was a little girlI thought I’d have some funSo I tore of all my summer clothesAnd ran naked in the sunThe heat it did affect meFrazzled out my headSo I summoned out my secret friendHis name is Tony Ted

Now Tony Ted is quite some guyWe kick about a lotHe has a great big bulbous noseAnd hands with liver spotsHe is getting on a bit nowAnd has to use a stickBut the most important thing still worksHis humongous slippery dick

On this hazy summer’s dayMy eyes they did espyA psychedelic visionThat filled up all the skiesOf multi-coloured chickensClucking in the airBlue, Pink, Green and PurpleAnd a giant panda bear

Now Tony Ted and I were shockedAs the chickens began to singWe held our hands so tightlyTo each other we did clingPanda then tapped on my shoulderAnd began to give me the eyeBefore I knew itI had sprouted some wingsAnd discovered that I could fly

Of I flew to a magical landWith bluebells in my hairI danced amongst the fairiesPrecious nectar they did shareWe drank And drankAnd had a ballTil I was fizzy and dizzy with loveAnd when I awokeTo my amazementOn my head were two turtle doves

They whispered ancient secretsInto my tulip earsTaught me things I should not knowLike the music of the spheresThey said that Tony Ted was badAnd that I was the chosen oneI had to gather an armyAnd head on towards the sun

Being a little girlI didn’t quite know what to doSo I squatted down Took a breathAnd excreted a wiggly poo

When I awokeBack I wasIn the field of cornShamed by being nakedAs the day was born

I searched all night long for my very precious friend called Tony TedOnly to find him face down in the strawberries Evidently deadAround his head the doves did flyInnocence so pureMy secret friend Was just a symptomBut … now at last I had found the cure!!!

50 little soldiers line up neatly in a rowMother’s Ruin vigilantly guarantors the flowOne byOneSerenely they succumb with eyes anewMausoleum of themaladyParades withancient heldtaboosMarching through the chaosDevoidOf any fearSearching foralternativesOutside this fabled sphere

Father I do not forgive For you are a man of sinI saw you down by the riverbankWith Peter’s retarded twinYou took him to your special placeWhere the wild roses growStripped him bareThere in your lairBefore your gift On him You did bestowI saw the look upon your faceAs you thrust his small behindPure joy with a dash of nostalgiaAre words that spring to mindAnd after the seed was plantedAnd after the deed was doneYou turned the poor boy overAnd continued on with your funThe simple boy could hardly breatheAs you forced it down his throatFate sealed his sad dead eyesOn that riverbank so remoteAnd as the sun began to setYou placed him gently in his chairWheeled him back to your parishAs if you simply Did not careAnd now I stand before youAs you preach to the convertedAbout to unleash your secretThat you are one of God’s perverted